Brett Halliday

Brett Halliday (July 31, 1904 – February 4, 1977), primary pen name of Davis Dresser, was an American mystery writer, best known for the long-lived series of Michael Shayne novels he wrote, and later commissioned others to write. Bill Pronzini also used this pen name.

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Pro-Ball Groupie She was a locker-room fantasy. She said she was a nurse and made more forward passes at her quarterback patient than either hospital or game rules allowed. Her strategy was deadly, but Mike Shayne couldn’t read her signals … Continue reading →

Body Power The first time Mike Shayne saw Dorinda was in a photo. She was poised on her toes, young and fresh and nude, breathtaking in her beauty and abandon. The next time she was in the flesh – very … Continue reading →

Poor Little Rich Girl Helen Stallings always got what she wanted – through the family’s money, her father’s political clout, or her own delectable charms. Now her greedy young heart was set on Mike Shayne. She showed up in his … Continue reading →

Boss Lady She was a curvy, ambitious blonde whose obvious personal charms could tempt a good man to change his ways and persuade a bad man – especially one who’d just spent thirteen years in stir – to do most … Continue reading →

Seductive Women and Dangerous Wiles When handsome, hard-boiled Ed Barlow, a Florida reporter, got the tip-off on an insidious gang of criminals that preyed on a certain kind of woman, he knew he was in for a gun-barrel full of … Continue reading →

The Stevens’ peaceful and quiet life on the Lazy Mare Ranch in Powder Valley came to an abrupt and violent end when they learned why the Suttons couldn’t come for dinner. First, Pat Stevens’ disreputable but goodhearted cronies, Sam and … Continue reading →

Here is another rapid-fire Mike Shayne thriller in which he tangles with a 14-carat killer when a gold strike pans out to murder. The 7th Mike Shayne novel, previously published as Murder Wears A Mummer’s Mask. Title: In A Deadly … Continue reading →

Open Letter To A Killer You thought you were pretty smart hanging that murder frame around my neck. But I sweet-talked the police into giving me a few hours grace to produce the real killer – namely, you. I’ve got … Continue reading →